Taken By My Fiancé's Uncle - Chapter 39: Chapter 39

Meanwhile, over at the Moore Group, the tense shareholders' meeting was still in full swing. Even though Stephen had already been kicked out, Gordie was still holding his ground.
Debates, arguments, and heated discussions kept flying around the room.
In the middle of all the chaos, Eugene just glanced out the window, looking completely unbothered.
The sun had been shining all morning, but suddenly a dark cloud drifted in, like a storm was about to hit.
Even with all the tension in the air, Eugene found himself thinking about lunch at Silverlake Villa.
He wondered, 'What should she have? Something light, or maybe something sour and spicy? Maybe some fruit, but not too cold. Well, it'd be better to have Daryl ask Lorraine what she wants and let the kitchen handle it. That'd be easiest.'
"I don't agree with your decision! My son is supposed to inherit my shares! Don't you guys get it? Being the eldest legitimate grandson means something! We're the real heirs!" Gordie snapped, slamming his files down in frustration.
Everyone knew the whole "eldest legitimate grandson" thing, but when the guy in question was gay, well, that was another story. People just kept those thoughts to themselves.
Someone was about to speak up when Eugene suddenly stood, making the atmosphere even more tense.
The person who was about to speak immediately went silent, and the rest of the room tensed up as well. With their eyes wide and ears on alert, everyone held their breath, waiting to see what would happen next.
Eugene calmly glanced around, buttoned his suit jacket with ease, and said, "It's lunchtime. Aren't you all eating?"
Everyone was stunned, knowing he was a total workaholic. They were surprised that he bought up lunch right now. They wondered if he had something bigger to handle in private or if the Moore Group was about to face another huge shakeup.
For a moment, everyone was on edge, unsure of what the day might bring.
Meanwhile, Eugene, the man at the center of it all, had no idea what was going on in everyone's heads. He just headed downstairs, walked right through the crowd of reporters at the entrance, and got in the car.
"Take me back to Silverlake Villa," Eugene told Isaac.
"Got it," Isaac replied, though he was honestly shocked. Eugene never left the Moore Group during work hours. This was a first.
Still, Isaac was smart enough not to ask any questions and just followed every order from the boss without hesitation.
They hadn't driven far before the car came to a stop.
Eugene opened his eyes. "What's going on?"
"We're stuck in traffic again," Isaac said respectfully. "We'll just have to wait."
Eugene glanced at his watch and saw it was 11:30.
A street vendor saw the opportunity and came over to sell her goods. Normally, Isaac would've gotten out to send her away.
But this time, Eugene actually rolled the window down halfway.
The elderly woman was selling little crafts. Eugene's eyes landed on a pair of wooden dolls in her basket. "How much?"
"Good eye, sir! These are top quality," she said quickly, handing them over.
She stole a quick glance at Eugene in the car. He was dressed in a sharp suit, exuding a strong presence and looking ridiculously handsome. It didn't take long for her to realize she had just found herself a generous customer today.
The two pink wooden dolls, one big and one small, had matching long hair, identical princess dresses, and wide, innocent eyes with sweet smiles.
They instantly reminded him of Lorraine back at Silverlake Villa and the baby she was carrying.
Eugene gently brushed his thumb over the dolls, then pulled out a few bills and handed them over. "Keep the change."
"Thank you, sir! Thank you so much!" The vendor beamed and thanked him repeatedly as she left.
Eugene kept holding onto the wooden dolls in the car as they drove up to the gate of Silverlake Villa.
"Sir, something's wrong," Isaac said urgently, slamming on the brakes and pointing at the ambulance parked at the entrance.
'Why is there an ambulance here?' he wondered.
Eugene's eyes narrowed. He got out of the car and walked over, just in time to see Lorraine being carried out on a stretcher. Sheila was beside her, crying uncontrollably.
"What happened?" Eugene asked, his voice sharp, his heart sinking fast.
"Stephen pushed her down the stairs," Sheila stammered, completely shaken. "What do we do?"
Eugene thought he must have misheard. "She fell from that high up?" His voice was already shaking with anger.
Just moments ago, Daryl and the others had rushed out when they heard the noise from inside, but it was already too late.
All they could do was watch helplessly as Lorraine fell, like a kite with a broken string. Now, she was lying on the stretcher, her face pale and lifeless.
"Alright, get her in the ambulance. One, two, three!" the paramedics called out.
"Wait!" Eugene said, stepping forward and gently lifting the unconscious Lorraine into his arms. "Okay, let's go." He wanted to keep her from getting jostled on the way to the hospital
"Hurry up. Get her to the hospital!" His heart was racing. He was more anxious than he'd ever been.
He had just started to feel a glimmer of hope, but he couldn't bear for it to fade into disappointment so soon.
He reached out, softly brushing the tangled hair from her face. He wanted to hold her tighter, but he couldn't bring himself to. In the end, he just kept her close, barely moving. 'Lorraine, you have to be okay,' he prayed inwardly.
"Sir, what about him?" Daryl asked, catching up and pointing at Stephen, who was being restrained by the staff.
Eugene glanced over, his eyes turning cold. "Take him to the hospital, too."
"Yes, sir," Daryl replied.
Then the ambulance doors slammed shut and sped away.
As the ambulance jolted, the two wooden dolls that had slipped from Eugene's hands rolled quietly into a corner, forgotten by everyone.
Inside the ambulance, the stretcher was covered with a stark white sheet, but Lorraine's face was even paler than that.
Eugene, always so decisive in the business world, actually found himself afraid to look. He was scared that the sheet beneath her might already be stained red with blood.
Sheila was crying uncontrollably, barely able to speak. She was overcome with guilt. "It's all my fault. If I'd just driven faster, ignored the lights, and gotten here sooner, none of this would've happened."
A paramedic stopped her. "Miss, you're making it harder for us to focus. Please try to calm down and stay quiet."
Sheila pressed her hand over her mouth and curled up in the corner, her tears pouring even harder.
One of the paramedics checked Lorraine quickly, called ahead to the hospital to prep the OR, then pulled out a form and handed it to Eugene.
"You're her family, right? We're not sure what internal injuries she might have, but since she's pregnant and fell from such a height, the risk of miscarriage is very high. You'll need to make a decision," the medic said.
'What decision? Save the mother or the baby?' Sheila thought. Her heart skipped a beat.
"Eugene, you have to save Lorraine. Promise me. Save her!" Sheila cried.
Eugene flipped through the papers, and sure enough, the last page had that question.
He thought, 'But the baby's so small. This isn't about choosing one over the other. The real question is if saving the baby could harm Lorraine, should we even try?'
His grip on the folder tightened, his knuckles turning white.
Just a moment ago, hearing Sheila's frantic cries, he thought this would be an easy decision, one he wouldn't hesitate over.
But now, he realized what he truly wanted wasn't just the child.
He took a deep breath, handed the form back, and said, his voice low but firm, "I refuse to sign. Tell everyone at the hospital. No matter what, neither Lorraine nor the baby will be harmed. Not even a little. That's my order."
At his words, several medics flinched visibly. The pressure coming off him felt more terrifying than an earthquake.
The hospital was just around the corner, and everything was set up. Lorraine was rushed straight into surgery, with the entire hospital staff on high alert.
Lorenzo quickly arrived from home. He stood staring at the "In Surgery" sign for what felt like forever, completely shocked. "How did this happen?"
Eugene leaned against the wall, tall and silent, not saying a word.
Soon after, Isaac showed up with Stephen. Stephen had a nasty, bloody gash on his forehead from a vase Lorraine had thrown. It was too bad to look at.
The moment Stephen saw Eugene, he backed away, shrinking into the corner, too scared to move.
Lorenzo frowned, his doctor instincts kicking in. "Shouldn't we get him treated? If he keeps bleeding like that, he could die," he advised.
The silence stretched on. With Eugene not saying anything, no one dared to make a move.
The tension in the air was thick, almost suffocating. After what felt like forever, Eugene finally spoke. "No."
With Lorraine's fate still uncertain, Stephen had to suffer just as much.
Stephen shook, suddenly sober. "You can't do this! I need treatment. You..." he begged, not wanting to die.
Eugene shot Isaac a look, and Isaac quickly pinned Stephen down, letting the blood from his forehead flow even faster.
The surgery was still going on. Time seemed to drag, each second crawling by, making everyone more on edge.
Sheila curled up on a bench in the hallway, quietly praying for Lorraine's safety.
Lorenzo paced back and forth, and whenever he couldn't stand it anymore, he'd march over and kick Stephen hard.
Eugene stayed in the same spot the whole time, commanding the room with his presence. His eyes were fixed on the operating room doors without ever looking away.
Doctors came in and out—first internal medicine, then surgery, then orthopedics, and even OB-GYN.
'How badly is she hurt?' Eugene wondered.
Outside, the last bit of sunlight disappeared, and the sky slowly darkened into a deep, bluish-black as night took over.
No one knew how long they'd been waiting, but finally, the operating room doors opened.
Sheila rushed up. "Doctor, how's my friend?"
The doctor glanced at the group in the hallway. "Who's her family? Please come over."
Stephen tried to speak, but Isaac held him back.
Eugene stepped forward. "How is she? Please tell me."
The doctor pulled down his mask. "The surgery's done. She hasn't woken up yet, but for now, her life isn't at risk."
Eugene let out a breath, but his heart was still racing. "And the baby? How's the baby?"